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Wednesdays Are The Worst Masterlist

Bucky Barnes X Reader Series 

Summary

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual Smut? Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of Jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause ✨swearing✨

Chapter count: tbd

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Chapters

Expresso. Make Friends with It

That Was A Lot Easier Than Expected

The Sun Can Fuck Right Off

A Whole Fucking Box of Peaches

Where’s Colin Firth When I Need Him the Most

Shush Demons

I fell into a deep hole.

Dumb things have dumb consequences.

Leave Me Alone Punks

Why What How

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Wednesdays Are The Worst

Why What How

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual smut?, Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause swearing

Word Count: 1071

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It should be noted that any loud noises before midday should most definitely be illegal, especially since the atrocity was coming from your front door. You hadn't had enough time to register the time flashing on the alarm clock only noting that it was too early for this shit. 

The continuous thumping on wood was worse than a thumping headache and ringing ears from a late night out. You were still dressed in an oversized t-shirt, no doubt one of Steve's you had pinched from staying round his, along with bed head and reminiscence of last night's makeup clinging around your eyes. The noise still echoing in your apartment. You fumbled around for your keys but you couldn’t think straight with the loud noise. “Alright! Alright! I'm coming!” The outburst was well and truly expected considering the situation at hand. You finally managed to unlock the door, swinging it open to reveal a very disgruntled Bucky.

“The fuck you want.” The attitude was evident within your voice once he came into view. To say that you were not happy was an understatement and a half. First, he acts all high and mighty ‘saving’ you and then turns around to be an arrogant asshole, leaving you seconds away from filling injury claims for whiplash. A blank expression rested across his face as he gingerly held his hand up showing a holder with two takeout cups and a brown paper bag. “Breakfast.”

Suspiciously, you stepped aside, allowing him in, not once taking your eyes off him and with him keeping his eyes on you, taking in your appearance. That's when it dawned on you what you were wearing. If the t-shirt had just been a plain solid colour then this whole interaction would most likely not be happening, but since the shirt you nicked was a bold and very distinctive graphic one that Steve was fond of, you could see this going one of two ways. One: Bucky doesn't pay attention to it and just ignores it. Two: Bucky points it out. And, of course, it's always number two.

“I thought that you and Steve were just friends?” The cocked eyebrow, unpleasing look, and matter-of-fact tone of voice was a dead giveaway that your sleeping attire did not appeal to him at all. “We aren't. I borrowed it when I stayed round ‘is.” The tired grumble fell from your mouth as you pottered into the kitchen area. Your response caused Bucky to scoff as if he didn't believe you. 

Turning around in a sudden, you came face to face with him. Bucky had been following hot in your heels, and it left only mere inches between the two of you. Tilting your head upwards and locking eyes with his, smirking at his stunned impression. “Wish it was yours, Barnes?” Your smirked never faltered as you studied his face, searching for an inkling of emotion. 

His expression stayed the same, except for the slight pink tinge that dusted his cheeks. Slowly, his hand came to rest on your waist, as he lowered his face with centimeters to spare. The action left you fighting to close the gap between the two of you, to connect your lips with his. Eyes burrowing into your soul and warm breath tickling your mouth, Bucky finally spoke up after what seemed like forever. 

“This isn’t a game, doll, don’t test my patience.” Not once did his tone falter, the sternness evident. With this, Bucky didn’t wait to see what your reaction would be, distancing himself from you in a heartbeat and turning on his heels leaving you stunned in your own kitchen as you watched him walk away. dropping your stare to glance at the discarded coffee cups and brown bag, only to spot a number scrawled onto a napkin signed ‘Sorry ~ B’.

It wasn't until later that Steve had appeared at the front door, inquisitive as to what had happened the night before. He claimed that a ‘little birdie’ had told him what went down but wanted to get the story from you. And he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. The two of you made some hot drinks and curled at opposite ends of the sofa, relishing in the calm before the possible storm. 

“So…” Steve started, “Spill what actually happened then cause I don't quite believe you're the type to just randomly throw drinks in people's faces.” He chuckled into his mug.

“Ugh! Where do I begin?” You threw your head back letting it rest on the back of the sofa. Turning your neck till you were facing him. “Don’t get me wrong, Bucky seems, from what I've heard, like a really nice guy. So believe me when I say I tried, I was nice to him, I wouldn't leave him out of the conversation and I really thought we were on the path to being friends. And I know I don't know him very well but I was patient with him because when I thought we were getting along one time the next he'd do a 180 and treat me like shit. And he… he overstepped the line last night with what he said, an-and I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system or what but the drink was in my hand and then it was on him.?” You hadn't realised how little air you had taken in before, or how quickly you had spewed out the mess. The mess of words had literally just tumbled out of your mouth with no chance of stopping. 

You heard Steve take a sharp inhale of breath breaking the trance, before giggling quietly to himself. A puzzled look donned your face as this was the last reaction that you had expected to come from the man. “Oh, man, I’m not going to lie, I kinda wish I was there to see you do that.” He paused for a second before readjusting himself. “I’m sorry he’s been such a dick to you, I honestly didn’t think he would behave like this. I’ll have a word with him.” Steve sighed 

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. I think I’ll be able to deal with him.” The sass in your voice was only slightly evident as a smirk rested on your lips. Steve left it at that, as the two of you finished your hot drinks and curled up on the couch, have a well-deserved catch-up.

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[ivy-goldrush]

does my fictional boyfriend know how real and deep my love for him is

[ivy-goldrush]

I hope you're okay 🖤

I'm doing okay! Been really busy but I'm getting by! <3

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hey, how are you doing?✨

Hi!! I'm doing okay, thanks for asking! I've been quite busy over the past several months but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things!!!

#anon #ask me!

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Hi, Hello, and Welcome to ‘Not Dead in a Ditch’

As you probably can tell by the title, I'm alive whoop whoop!

I am well aware that it has been far far too long since I have updated WATW, let alone posted anything (don’t fret I am planning on bringing WATW back.)  I got well and truly caught up in life!

I got a job just before I posted the last 3? chapters, and what went from a lovely little part time, minimum hours job soon turned into me working nearly five days a week with a lot of them being 4-5 hour long shifts with the occasional ‘can you work the whole day’s’. To say I lost track of time is an understatement, I felt like I hardly had anytime to do anything else other than work, and I especially found that I had hardly any time for myself. 

Now you may be thinking ‘why didn’t you quit?’ and there are several reasons as to why I didn’t.

A) For the first time in months, I actually felt like I had some sort of structure in my life and I missed having that. I went from having the structure of having college to literally nothing due to the pandemic and being put into a lockdown, not once, but twice. Doing nothing sounds nice but then when you do nothing for months upon months it drives you fucking crazy.

B) Money. I needed it. I didn’t have a source of income, I lost my job during the first lockdown, so when I could I got myself a job. I'm also now at university! So I really needed the money, because student debt and I’m not entirely sure I could do the whole uni/work balance if you ask me. (especially when my weekly reading includes 68 pages from the communist manifesto, I want to cry and I'm not even through my first week of learning.)

C) Call me crazy but I actually liked my job. I am the person who for some ridiculous reason likes working in retail, all my jobs have been in retail. I know what I'm doing and not to brag but I'm good at it. (My boos tried to get me to not go uni so I could carry on working, and you bet  I take that as a compliment.)

So yeah that's pretty much why WATW has been on a very spontaneous hiatus. But as I said, I'm planning on bringing it back however, the schedule is most likely to change, it may not be once a week, it may actually be every couple of weeks and if I do that I will try to make the chapters a little longer. 

Edit: since I first typed this it is currently the 6th week of my course and I still want to cry over the readings cause half of them feel like they’re in a foreign language :((

[ivy-goldrush]

Wednesdays Are The Worst

Leave Me Alone Punks (Bucky P.O.V)

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual smut?, Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause swearing

Word Count: 1382

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Bucky had no intention or desire to be squashed in a crowded club, with goodness knows how many sweaty bodies brushing up against him, yet here he was. His original plan was to have a quiet night in and catch up on the tv series he was currently watching; however, Sam had other plans and had managed to drag Bucky into them. 

Bucky didn’t do crowds, especially when they consisted of drunk people off their faces. He maneuvered his way through the countless sea of people, finally making it to the bar, where he ordered a Jack and Coke. Bucky took this time to glance around the space, taking in the people dancing, the feel of the base vibrating through the floor with every beat of a song, the colourful lighting lit up the centre of the room and the dim mood lighting that ran along the edge and where the seating area was. 

Bucky hadn’t just come with Sam, Clint was also there. Sam had said that they all needed a ‘much deserved guys night’ although, knowing his friends, he was most likely going to end up sitting alone at a booth as they would be mingling out on the dancefloor. Even though he hadn’t been there long he already felt as though several hours had passed by, with him only having a handful of drinks, nursing the one he had right now. 

It wasn’t long until both his friends were up and dancing, making an attempt at getting Bucky to join them, but failing altogether. As the two men disappeared, he felt himself lean more into the booth he was in, trailing his eyes and focusing on the dance floor. He saw a glimpse of what he swore was Nat’s vibrant hair, but brushed it off for someone else. It wasn’t until he saw the red head again close up, that he could see that it was indeed Nat. Her body was swaying and moving along with a small group of people. Bucky quickly scanned over the crowd, trying to spot if Nat had come with anyone he recognised, and there, in the middle of the sea of people, was your small frame. 

You looked free and alive. The sight of you letting go of yourself was enough to captivate and hypnotise Bucky, as he wanted nothing more than to be the one you danced with, bodies pressed with barely millimeters between. 

Bucky hadn't realised how long he had been staring at you, and he hadn't spotted the short lean guy circling you like a shark and you were its prey. It wasn’t until the guy had squeezed himself behind you that Bucky had clocked onto what was happening and how uncomfortable you looked. Before he knew it, he was up and out of the booth, long forgetting his drink, and promptly grabbing Sam’s attention. Bucky was pissed that the dickhead had even thought, let alone acted, on touching you, as if you were an object. He knew that no one should be treated that way, but when it came down to you, it angered him to the core. Bucky felt possessive over you in a way that he shouldn’t, mainly because you were not his to feel that way about, therefore leaving him to try to push away those feelings for you.

“Hey Sam! Got a situation.” Bucky's deep voice called out to his friend as his hand clasped onto his shoulder. As soon as Bucky filled Sam in on the situation, there was no stopping him from ‘teaching the fucker a lesson’. Before you had even been given a chance to defend yourself, Sam was already squaring up to the guy, shoving him with all his strength. This sent the guy tumbling away from you, allowing Bucky to come in to assist, scooping you up just after you had recognised Sam. 

You were a wiggling, squirming and protesting mess in Bucky’s arms, arms and legs flailing in all directions. It wasn’t until Bucky had reached the bar that he put you down. He knew that he should have put you down when you were both clear of the crowded dance floor but he was being selfish, just having you in his arms for a second more. As soon as your feet touched the floor, Bucky should have suspected your outburst, especially since the way he had treated you last time he saw you, so he acted the only way he thought was right. Like an asshole. 

Bucky tried his best to ignore you as he ordered water at the bar, running his hand through his hair to try and diffuse himself. Just as the glasses were placed onto the bar, Bucky quickly picked them up, shoving one a bit too forcefully into  your hands, making him internally cringe. Still without looking at you, Bucky bravely snaked his arm around your waist, securing it to make sure that he wouldn't lose you and that no one would approach them. Immediately when he tried to move you into the direction of where he could see Nat and Clint, you protested, standing your ground. This caused Bucky to become frustrated, he knew he shouldn’t have put his arm around you and now he just wanted to get to the others so he didn't have to be so close to you. “For fucks sake, doll, move your butt.” His teeth were clenched and nostrils flared as you were testing his patience. “What are you playing at Bucky?” Your voice was just above a whisper and Bucky could hear the hurt in it, causing him to roll his eyes, in an amidst to ease his guilt.  “My God! Why are you so stubborn!” Bucky’s comment earned a small protestant noise from you, just before you made an outburst. “You know what? Fuck you, Barnes! I was nice to you but you were a complete and utter dick to me, so I'm so sorry that I didn’t give you a warm fucking welcome, but your not exactly rainbows and butterflies when you’re giving me whiplash with the way you behave!” Your speech left Bucky stunned, frozen as he watched you make your way over to the others. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you arrived at a booth where Clint and Nat were sat talking. Bucky slowly came up behind you, only stopping a few millimeters away. HE could see the way your hairs moved with every breath he exhaled onto your neck, spiking goose bumps to prickle your skin. Bucky carefully placed his hand on the small of your back, then placed a pressure, pushing you forward more towards the table. Bucky had felt the urge to erk you, trying to gain another reaction out of you, just to see how far he could push, earning him a muttered “Asshole” from you. The broad man just chuckled and proceeded to whisper in your ear “Fucking brat.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, he knew that it was a push too far. Instantly, your body turned facing him, Bucky allowed a small smirk to dance across his lips as he watched you rear yourself back slightly from him. Before he could even register what was happening, he saw you bring the glass of water in your hand up and launch the contents at him. The cold shock coated his face making it dripping wet and his navy and white shirt was soaked. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he took  a deep breath, trying all he could to not react, as he watched the emotions etch across your face before watching you scurry past muttering under your breath. Nat quickly followed suit after you as Sam and Clint stared at him. “Not a fucking word.” 

The two men roared with laughter at the sight. Sam doubling over from the sight of Bucky. “Man, what did you do to piss off her off?” Sam's deep voice rumbled out. “Ah man, just wait until Steve hears about this!” Clint chuckled as he was still trying to recollect himself, bringing his hands up to wipe tears away from his eyes. Leaving Bucky to gather his thoughts and try and figure out what the fuck he was going to do, especially if Steve found out.

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A New Addition

Bucky Barnes Drabble (150 follower celebration)

Thank you so much for 150 followers but also thank you for all your support!!!🎉🎉

Warnings: None, just pure fluff

Prompt: “well that’s definitely a cat.”

Word Count: 684

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It had been raining non-stop for the past several days. The constant downpour outside had caused major flooding on the roads and even managed to creep into your apartment. Underlining the windows were several different tea towels and cloths, soaking up the water that had crept in. You had tried to persuade Bucky not to go out in this weather to try and fix the windows cause they weren’t that bad but he was having none of it. And what worried you more was that he took his motorcycle instead of the car; that only filled you with dread.

Bucky had only been gone for fifteen minutes but the rain was getting heavier and heavier the longer he drove. This caused him to have to take shelter in a nearby alley that was sheltered for this weather. He stood huddled next to a dumpster, not the most ideal shelter. His body was hunched over and head hung low, as he pulled his jacket tighter for more warmth. He hadn’t realised how long he had been standing there until he felt something nudge against his boot. His eyes tore open as he carefully glanced down to his feet, and there creeping in the shadows half under the dumpster was a very soggy and very dirty white cat. Bucky felt his heart squeeze when he looked at the animal, immediately wanting to coo and smother it with love. This prompted him to slowly crouch down on the floor, and patiently wait for the cat to make the next move.

It hadn’t even been five minutes and the cat had already crawled out from under the bin and made itself comfortable between Bucky's thighs. He cautiously scooped up the fluff ball in one hand and unzipped his jacket halfway with the other, smuggling the cat into his jacket, making sure it was secure and safe before zipping up his jacket and bracing himself for the rain.

What should have been a 15 minute round trip to the store turned into an hour, with him not even making it to the store, as Bucky pulled into his parking space. He knew that you wouldn’t really care about not getting the sealant for the windows but he didn’t know how you were going to react to his new companion. He turned the key and opened the apartment door, sliding in and rising off his boots. He slowly crept around the apartment, finding you huddled up on the sofa.

Your face lit up as soon as you saw him, rushing to greet him with a hug however, when you approached him, Bucky took a step back, one hand out in front of him and the other gently placed over his chest.

“You’re hiding something under there! What is it?” You branched forward, tugging his hands away as he desperately tried to ward you off. “It’s nothing!” Bucky's voice was high and cracked at the end. What followed also didn't help, Bucky's chest chirped with a meow, and your face struggled to fight off the smile that was forming. “You’ve got a cat haven’t you?” Your voice was kept calm and smooth as you managed to hook your fingers onto the zip of his jacket. Bucky, still being defensive and overprotective croaked out of soft “No it’s not.” Just as you managed to pull the zipper down.

There, huddled in Bucky's chest, was the most adorable and muddy white cat. The cat's fur was long but needed grooming, and it stared at you with bright blue orbs. You instantly melted at the sight and Bucky visibly relaxed.

“Well that’s definitely a cat.” You cooed as you smothered the cat with affection. “I was thinking of naming ‘em Alpine.” Bucky's voice was soft and when you looked up at him, your heart melted at the sight of Bucky looking so fondly and gooey at Alpine. “Alpine it it.” You stated before reaching up on your tiptoes and planting a small kiss on Bucky's lips. “Mm my two loves Alpine and y/n” Bucky mused as he took sight of his little family.

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*important*

Hey everyone, I just wanted to let you know that there won’t be a new chapter of WATW today, as I haven’t got round to finishing the next part!

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I'm going to be posting a cute Bucky drabble when I hit 150 followers, as I am close, as a thank you to all your love and support! 

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Okay but I NEED part two to the moody club night Bucky. It was so good 😭💞💞

Aw thank you!!! And I may or may not have a second part in the drafts 😏

#anon #Wednesdays are the worst #watw series

[ivy-goldrush]

Wednesdays Are The Worst

Dumb things have dumb consequences.

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual smut?, Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause swearing

Word Count: 1633

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It had been a week since the movie night, with your week being uneventful. On the Tuesday you walked into work met with the smell of peaches, finding out Bucky had been in on Monday and dropped them off, so Mary got to baking with them. Thankful that he had come in when you weren’t working, avoiding any type of awkward encounter.

You only had two shifts this week Tuesday and Wednesday, and then you weren’t in again till Thursday, giving you just over a week off. Thursday was spent running around and doing your food shop however on Friday, you had the definition of a Lazy day. You had messaged Steve a couple of times, but he was busy with work and was doing a lot of overtime. Wanda and Vis were out of town for the weekend visiting friends back home. Maria gad said that she was spending a long-awaited weekend with her girlfriend. You weren’t that close with Sam and Clint yet to hang out with them, meaning you and Nat had decided to spend Saturday night together.  

The two of you had decided to go and hit the clubs for a much needed ‘get lose’ session. Nat had suggested that you get ready around hers so you left yours at half 4 in your comfy clothes and a bag of tonight’s outfit and makeup.

Her place wasn’t exactly walking distance to you, so you planned to take the train as it was only a couple of stops and then a ten-minute walk. The train journey was uneventful, and you ended up listening to music for the journey and the short walk to the apartment. By the time you had made it to her apartment, it was a few minutes past 5. Nat opened the door and immediately engulfed you in a hug, practically squeezing the life out of you.

For only knowing each other a short amount of time, the two of you got along like a house on fire. It was as if the two of you had known each other for your entire life, both having a very similar sense of humour.

Nat had already ordered Chinese for you two each whilst getting ready, along with a very large glass of wine. You quickly got down to getting ready, talking during the process.

“So, y/n, what are you wearing tonight?” Nat shot the question whilst she was focusing on her makeup, as you were taking your clothes out of your bag. “This!” You exclaimed as you span around holding an emerald green satin dress with a drape neck. Nat let out a wolf whistle as she laid eyes on the dress, looking it up and down. “Dam, that’s one hell of a dress. No doubt you’ll be the best dressed there.” Laughing at her comment, you sat down in front of the mirror next to her focusing on your makeup.

The makeup was simple, an everyday base, a slight natural smoky eye, eyeliner and a red lip. Leaving your hair in its curly state, as it cascades down your back, deciding to focus on jewellery pairing the outfit with some simple plain gold rings, a dainty gold bracelet and your gold detailed locket.

Nat’s makeup featured a slightly heavy smoky eye, bronzer and a dark lip. Her short hair was pin straight, framing her face. The only jewellery that she donned was a thick silver chain resting closely to her neck. She was wearing a tight black bodycon with black Louboutin’s and she looked absolutely breath-taking. You quickly slipped on your dress and gold heels, clutching your small matching bag, you took one last look in the mirror.

The both of you were wined, dined and dressed by 6pm, and out the door by quarter past. The two of you walked in tandem, arms linked and giggles erupting from you, as you made your way to one of Nat’s most frequented clubs. You were thankful that she was a regular because it meant that you were able to skip the queue that trailed beside the building.

Upon entering the club, you were met with the heavy base of music, shouting and neon lights. Nat immediately dragged you to the bar at the back of the club and plopping you onto a bar stool. Before you knew it drinks were placed in front of you two, appreciating the liquid courage as you swallowed it down, proceeding to do the same with several others. 

Time was flying by and soon enough you had dragged Nat out onto the dance floor. Your bodies were swaying back and forth to the base on the songs, letting yourselves get lost in the moment and in a sea of people. You felt someone place their hand on your waist, trying to pull you back into them. Your eyes snapped open and your senses were on full alert as you quickly spun around, whipping yourself out of the person’s grasp. You were met, face to face, with some sleazy guy who wore an amused expression and from where you were you could practically smell the alcohol on the guy. “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing, you playing hard to get.” The words were slurred and the man stumbled as he tried to get closer to you, prompting you to move further away from him, when he grabbed a hold of your arm. “Get the fuck off of me.” The words were spat as you stared directly into the man's eyes. His grip was persistent as you clasped your hand around his wrist, digging your nails into his skin in an attempt to draw blood.  You held his gaze as you proceeded to raise your knee but before you could even carry out your attempt at kneeing him, he was shoved backwards, grip on your arm falling. He was currently being towered over by another guy. “I suggest you get the fuck outta here before I beat your ass.” Full of anger was present in his voice and you swore that if you weren’t surrounded by people, he would be beaten to a pulp right now. The new guy turned half around, showing you his face as he spoke to someone behind you. “Sam?” Your voice was hardly audible within the club.

All of a sudden, you felt yourself being lifted up and pulled out of the dance floor, leaving Sam to deal with the creep. You brought to the bar and gently placed down, allowing you to spin around to see who had taken you out of the situation.  “What the hell, Bucky.” You knew your voice was loud enough for him to hear but he just ignored you, talking to the bartender. “Two waters please.” His voice was gruff, he still refused to look at you as he ran a hand through his hair, whilst you threw yours up at him. 

As soon as the glasses were placed in front of him, he shoved one into your hand, the other in his. This allowed for Bucky’s free hand to secure a place around your waist, helping guide you in the right direction, but as soon as he tried to move you, you protested. “For fucks sake, doll, move your butt.” His voice was slightly strained as if he was holding back but the angry tone was very much evident. “What are you playing at Bucky?” Your voice was just above a whisper and the only response you got from him was a dramatic eye roll. “My God! Why are you so stubborn!” You made a small protest at his outburst, trying to bite your tongue, but not succeeding. “You know what? Fuck you, Barnes! I was nice to you but you were a complete and utter dick to me, so I'm so sorry that I didn’t give you a warm fucking welcome, but your not exactly rainbows and butterflies when you’re giving me whiplash with the way you behave!” With that you made your way in the direction you were originally heading, chest heaving, with Bucky turning and following suit.

It wasn’t long before the two of you arrived at a booth where Clint and Nat were sat talking. Bucky had come to a halt mere centimetres away from you, placing his hand on the small of your back giving you a small push towards them, earning him a muttered “Asshole” from you. The broad man just chuckled and proceeded to whisper in your ear “Fucking brat.”. Instantly, your body turned facing him and you reared yourself back slightly from him, before bringing the glass of water in your hand up and launching the contents at him. You didn’t think you just acted and the result was so worth it. Bucky’s face was dripping wet and his navy and white shirt was soaked. But the expression that was written on his face at first was shock until it turned and clouded into anger. Quickly, you pushed past him muttering that you needed to go to the bathroom.

You hadn’t realised that you had been followed until you heard Nat softly speak. “What happened back there? Are you okay?” The honesty and general concern of her voice was a vast contrast to the truth, uncaring . “I think I’m gonna call it a night, Nat, I’ll just cause more trouble with him, I’ll call myself a cab.” You turned to face the red head with a brave face. “I’m fine honestly, just tired that’s all.” You smiled smally at her. She had agreed to stay with you until the car arrived and walked you out to say goodbye. Soon afterward, you were seated in the cab and shortly on your way home. Naïvely hoping that things would just settle down on their own.

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Wednesdays are the worst

I fell into a deep hole

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual Smut?, Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause swearing

Word Count: 1082

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Steve notice you appear next to him as you looked up and met him with a small grin. He was currently making a pot of coffee and grab another mug from the cupboard to pour you a mug. “Hey.” You mumbled in you tired state. “How’d you sleep.” You could tell from his voice that he had not long woken up. You pursed your lips before replying. “Good. Erm, where’s Bucky?” It was whispered not wanting to wake the others or someone overhear the conversation. Steve chuckled, chest rumbling. “You that attached to him already.” He mused as you gave him a glaring side eye. You were just curious as he had vanished whilst everyone one else was still in the sofa’s. “He’s probably in his room, or on a run. Look, this stays between you and me, but Bucky doesn’t really do well sleeping around other people, nothing against you it’s just… how he is.” He completed his statement with a ruffle to your hair, as you heard a door opening and shutting and then feet pattering towards you. You turned around, facing Bucky, who had just entered the kitchen. His hair was all tousled, and his face looked sunken in with darkened eyebags looking as though he hardly slept. He was still in the same clothes as last night, long-sleeved black top and grey sweatpants. You smiled softly at him as he walked over to the coffee pot, this prompted Steve to walk back into the lounge, leaving the two of you be.

“Hey,” you whispered and gently bumped your shoulder into him. Bucky grumbled in response, bringing his mug of coffee to his lips, watching as he gulped down several mouthfuls of the hot liquid. “You okay?” Your voice was quiet, but the concern was evident. Bucky met your eyes for a brief second, in which your saw an indescribable emotion flash across his, before he quickly adverted his gaze and slowly nodded as a response. The two of you stood in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes before Steve approached you and Bucky left the kitchen to return to his room. It was strange, you thought that you were hopefully getting there with Bucky but it’s like how he was acting last night never happened.

“You ready to get going?” Steve whispered into your ear from behind. You nodded, placing your now empty coffee mug down and grabbing your shoes. Making sure to check you had your phone and bag with you as the two of you approached the front door, slowly passing by what you guessed was Bucky’s room. As you passed, you noticed that the door was ajar, and you could see that Bucky was sat on the edge of his bed, back slumped and hands cradling his face.

Just as Steve had stepped out of the apartment, you claimed that you had left your house keys on the sofa, saying that you would meet him downstairs, before closing the apartment door. You tiptoed carefully back to Bucky’s room and lightly tapped on his door. The only acknowledgement from him was a deep hum that made it sound like he was in pain. You slipped into his room cautiously not to disturb or startle him. Once next to him, you knelt in front of him and gently placed a soft hand on his knee, giving it a slight squeeze. Bucky slowly open his eyes focusing on you with a furrowed brow. You gently brought your spare hand up, placing it carefully on his cheek. Bucky reluctantly leant into your touch. Your thumb moved ever so slightly, caressing him.

Bucky lifted his gaze focusing on you, allowing for eye contact. His eyes bore a soulful but sad look. You gave a tight lip smile before breaking the silence. You kept your voice just above a whisper. “Hey, look I know that you said that you were okay, but I can see that you’re not. This isn’t me saying that you have to tell me what’s going on but if it’s going to keep bothering you then please try and talk to someone. And I know we hardly know each other but I mean it when I say I’m here for you, Bucky.” You gave another light squeeze to his knee.

You were about to get up when Bucky spoke up, voice breaking a bit. “Why the fuck are you being so nice to someone you hardly know?” The bitterness swirled in his eyes before he shifted to move back slightly. It was a juxtaposition to how he was the night before. “Just because I don’t know you Bucky, doesn’t mean that I don’t want to know you. I can tell you’re a good guy and whatever this is, it’s eating at you and you should have to suffer alone.” With that Bucky turned his head, focusing all his attention on you. “Exactly, you don’t know me, and I certainly don’t want to know you. Why should I waste my time trying to know someone like you?” The built man spat his words at you.

Slowly, you rose from you position, boring you eyes into him. “You really need some fucking help.” You spoke as you approached his bedroom door. “You think I don’t know that.” His voice was hoarse and only loud enough for you to hear. You flashed Bucky a fake smile before slipping out of his room, leaving the apartment, finding Steve waiting to walk you home.

You didn’t understand why Bucky disliked you so much. From what you could recall, you had never done anything to give him a reason to hate you. You had been all but nice to the man and he acted as though you were the reincarnation of the devil. The man had no right to be so rude to you, not caring if he had a literal metal rod rammed up his arse or not.

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[ivy-goldrush]

Sam and his family probably ate dinner with Bucky and that makes me extremely emotional because he likely hasn’t had that kind of hospitality or eaten with family since the 40’s.

[ivy-goldrush]

Guess who just wrote a Bucky Drabble on break at work... this bish 😎

[ivy-goldrush]

‼️IMPORTANT NOTICE‼️

watw will now be updated once a week instead of every four days!

Wednesdays Are The Worst Masterlist

Bucky Barnes X Reader Series 

Summary

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual Smut? Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of Jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause ✨swearing✨

Chapter count: tbd

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Chapters

Expresso. Make Friends with It

That Was A Lot Easier Than Expected

The Sun Can Fuck Right Off

A Whole Fucking Box of Peaches

Where’s Colin Firth When I Need Him the Most

Shush Demons

I fell into a deep hole.

Dumb things have dumb consequences.

A Series of Horrible Decisions

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Wednesdays Are The Worst Shush Demons (Bucky P.O.V)

Warnings: Grumpy!Bucky, Bucky being a dick, Angst, Eventual Smut? Slow Burn fic, Maybe a touch of Jealous!Bucky, 18+ cause ✨swearing✨

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of war, night terrors,  extensive injuries(brief)

Word Count: 1020

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Bucky knew he shouldn’t feel this way about you. Especially when you were practically curled up into his side. After finishing the conjuring, the group decided to put on another movie, this one being a bit tamer. The group had decided on an animated film called ‘Over the Hedge’ to ease the tension from the horror movie. Bucky wasn’t overly paying attention as his mind was focused on your curled up body, as you had ended up falling asleep 30 minutes into this film. Bucky wasn’t complaining about having you this close to him. Your head was lolled on his chest and with every breath he could smell your shampoo and body wash. He chuckled inwardly as the familiar sent of sweet peaches filled his nose. Cute. Just like you He thought to himself.

Bucky was not in the position to catch feelings for you, he couldn’t, Bucky didn’t do feelings. He saw the way Steve looked at you, he just couldn’t do that to his friend. He didn’t know whether Steve looked at you the way he did because he was in love with you or because he completely adored you as a friend. Whatever it was, he couldn’t risk hurting Steve or fucking up himself. So, Bucky made a mental note that this was definitely not going to happen again. As much as he liked having you close to him, he just couldn’t risk fucking things up, so distancing himself was the best thing to do. He made himself a mental list: 1, don’t get too close to y/n emotionally. 2, Do not sit next to y/n, always find another seat. 3, Avoid y/n outside the group at all costs. Fuck. This was going to kill him.

Towards the end of the film, he felt himself fighting to stay awake, trying desperately not to fall asleep with you next to him. He felt you shift slightly, pressing yourself into him more, burying your head on his chest. He looked down at you sleeping so peacefully in awe, he really didn’t have the heart to wake you or disturb you. So slowly, he found himself falling into sleep with his arm securely around your waist.

The sounds of helicopters whirring and people shouting filled the air around him. The wind whipped the sand up and the grains hit his face. “Come on Sarge! We’ve got to keep moving!” Flight or fight kicked in and before he knew it Bucky was running with the other people. “Phillips! Do we have a safe house we can go to?” His voice was muffled down by the sound of the machines above and enemy fire taking place. And with that, every thing fell into slow motion no matter how fast he tried to go. His boots stuck to the ground, as if he was standing in quicksand. His teammates were just out of reach and no matter how far he reached he couldn’t quite touch them and the sounds around them deadened until it was silent and everything was still. Then, as if someone had pressed play, it all happened at once. Bucky turning around to see what was happening, his teammates urging everyone to keep moving forward and then, the screams. Bucky felt it before he could see it. Surging white hot pain danced along his left arm and shoulder, along with parts of the side of his thigh being kissed with pain. The haunting screams that he had heard only a second ago were gone and replaced with the ringing in his ears. He was no longer standing, the force of what happened had knocked him onto the ground. His head spun, trying to piece together what had just happen and then he turned to find his team, to where the IED had gone off. Smoke, dust and flames obscured his vision as he searched for his team, for anyone. The pain in his arm was too much and he couldn’t even stand, but he managed to pull himself towards were he last saw his team. Black dots littered his vision as he glanced done at his arm, it being completely unrecognisable and covered in 3rd degree burns. With his breathing labouring, he used all his energy to try and call out for help as the smoke choked him out of consciousness.

Bucky jolted awake in a harsh sweat, panicking with the feeling of something putting weight on his chest, suffocating him. He couldn’t breathe. He gasped and tossed for air when the feeling of something shifted around him and snapped him out of the state he was in. His breath was still ragged as his eyes adjusted to the darkness around him, trying to figure out where he was. His eyes locked onto the dull glow of the TV, Netflix asking if they were still watching. Shifting his gaze down to his chest, his breath hitched. There you lay, peacefully, uninterrupted, dreaming of what he could only assume were the sweetest and softest things.

Bucky felt himself coming back to reality; back to where he was. You looked so perfect sleeping it almost chocked him. He gently brought his hand up to your head to stroke the hair out of your peaceful face. He then found himself slipping out from under you and off the sofa, despite the pulling feeling he felt in his chest towards you. His posture was slumped as Bucky stalked towards his room, thoughts floating around his head. His feet guided him to his room where he found comfort on the cold and hard floor next to his bed.

He didn’t fully understand what he was feeling for you but it was more than he wanted to feel for anyone. If this feeling progressed Bucky knew that he would be doomed. He wasn’t the type of person that deserved to have someone to hold and with every possibility, he reminded himself of that. So, he did the one thing he could, he left you alone, distancing himself from you, leaving you to wake up in his living room with the rest of the group but him.

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